Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old. Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning we will remember them.

We too should make ourselves empty, that the great soul of the universe may fill us with its breath.

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

We are living in a time of trouble and bewilderment, in a time when none of us can foresee or foretell the future. But surely it is in times like these, when so much that we cherish is threatened or in jeopardy, that we are impelled all the more to strengthen our inner resources, to turn to the things that have no news value because they will be the same to-morrow that they were to-day and yesterday — the things that last, the things that the wisest, the most farseeing of our race and kind have been inspired to utter in forms that can inspire ourselves in turn.

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea.

We are living in a time of trouble and bewilderment, in a time when none of us can foresee or foretell the future.